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Chapter three: The voice

The wind was cold against Harry's face as he sped down a lane and away from the hotel he had been staying in since his leave from Hogwarts and away from civilization. The air was thick and Harry soon found himself struggling against the wind, a forever lasting battle between them that Harry knew he had to win.

He had miles to go, he knew where he had to go but he wouldn't last in this battle of strength against the wind for much longer. He took in deep breaths, each breath coming back out as a stale mountain of cold air that disappeared into the night. His eyes were weary and began to threaten to close, to take him off into a place where he would be safe from reality, for now. But Harry couldn't do that; he couldn't fall asleep, not in a time like this.

He kept moving, although with each step his legs felt even more tired and felt even more as if they were going to collapse. In the end they did. Harry feel, his hands quickly letting go off all they had grasped onto as they came crashing to the ground just in time to shield his face from sliding into the concrete. There Harry stopped, he breathed once more before looking around him. He was in the middle of nowhere. He had just walked, well, run most of this way, just away from everyone. He had been so determined to get away, to be free from the ever-lasting thought of being caught that he just ran. He was in such a hurry to get away that he had only packed the bare essentials. He had never been planning to go back to Hogwarts this year, not with Dumbledore gone. Hogwarts was just as safe as anywhere else in the world and he had come to find, that he preferred to be somewhere where nobody expected him to be, somewhere that Voldemort couldn't find him, somewhere other than Hogwarts. However, the thought of seeing Ron and Hermione had lingered in the back of his head, torturing him to go back but now every thought of going back there was washed out of his head and replaced by one thought: He was wanted for murder.

Harry continued to breathe as he looked down at his right hand that was covered in blisters. He was going to give up. He needed to give up. There was no way he could do this, to run forever. He wanted so badly to give up and go to sleep right now, to be free of this awful world and join his parents once and for all.

Fortunately for the world, that was not about to happen.

"Get up Harry." A familiar voice boomed from behind him.